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The Buried Life

After much deliberation I deduced the conclusion that ‘The Buried Life’ would be the most appropriate choice as the title of this post.I have been a huge fan of their show and most importantly their ideology,to live life like it was your last day.Ignoring the hoo-ha of the world-coming-to-an-end theory of the Mayans,I intend to live 2012 up to the fullest.2012 shall ergo be the year of Adventure and I am going to be trying some of the adventure sports I haven’t had the opportunity to try:

1.Zorbing,

2.Para-gliding.

3.Bunjee Jump,

4.Save money and go on a trip alone,

I’ve been dying to learn to play (5.)soccer so that goes on the To-Do list for 2012 as well.And like ‘The Buried Life’ goes,every item I cross on the list,I shall help someone cross theirs.

My list of Adventures shall continue increasing through the course of the year,but more importantly,not leaving any stone unturned to take advantage of the adventure called Life.

Happy New Year to all my precious readers.

May God bless you this new year.

Cheeeeeeers.=D.

P.S.:Do not drink and drive,call a cab if you want to enjoy your NYE.

P.S.2:I shall also be making a few changes in my write-ups this new year,hope you are excited about as much as I am.=D.

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Aren’t We All Afraid?

While walking my dog today I suddenly had an epiphany,and through the half-hour walk in the freezing cold I contemplated over it.

Over,the past few months,I have conjured up many perspectives to my Mom’s demise.Most of which still lay close behind the casket of my brain.Usually,when I’m alone,I think of her,the good and the bad,the day she left me,and the procession.The chill in my spine then was not because of the hollow wind.

And a new perspective was thus added to the existing list.

I’m an agnostic.

No,I haven’t lost my faith in God,I sincerely believe in His existence and his miracles.I have simply lost faith in myself.Lost faith in my abilities.

As a kid I wanted to be an astronaut,a cook,a fashion designer,an artist,a driver,an industrialist,Salman Khan’s daughter(because HOW cool would it be to tell all your friends you’re Salman Khan’s daughter!),a teacher and a host of other professions I can’t recall.But as I grew up,the spirit to achieve it all started to diminish.My goals became more ‘pragmatic’ and ones which conformed to the ‘real’ world:

1.Complete School,

2.Graduate,

3.Get a job.

My ability to take risks was inhibited by the practicality of life.And then suddenly,just like that,one fine day,without a prior notice,my Mom left me.And with it I realized I can’t procrastinate and put off what I have on my mind for tomorrow.It seems so simple when put in words like this.But it takes a hell lot of courage to endure such risks.I know it,’cause when I did manage to take the plunge,my hopes were left shattered and went back into my shell again.

I decided that it suits my convenience to NOT feel anything than risk your heart suffer a coup de grace.

Isn’t it true that all of us ‘Adults’ are at a higher chance to succumbing to the vicious web of ‘reality’ and ‘reasonability’?At the safe option of not having a chance to lose,we follow the footsteps that have been formed for us.Limiting our dreams and slyly adjudging it under the title of ‘maturity.’

I’m not so sure about you,but I truly am afraid.What if I leave Law to pursue a career in writing?What if I fall in love and have my heart broken again?What if I learn to trust people and start depending on them,and they leave me?What if I end up getting hurt?The only factor common to all these questions is my ability to voluntarily put myself in a position where I am at the risk of feeling vulnerable at the thought of Risking and Losing.I sure am afraid,I ‘calculate’ my risks.Over the years,I have deliberately quashed many dreams,laughing at them as labelling them ‘juvenile’.But is it true?Was it my kiddish behavior,or my loss of faith,in me?I still have many such resolved questions which I pondered over while walking my dog.

So,I got down to thinking,at the inception of ‘Apple’ couldn’t it have been a possibility that Steve Jobs was mocked?Was Newton’s discovery of Gravity easily accepted?Did Gandhi succumb to the practice of violence?These gentlemen have revolutionized the World in many ways.And yet,if we come down to it,they were nothing but ordinary human beings like us.

The only difference between ‘them’ and ‘me’ lies in the fact that they strove for they believed in.They did not really fear Loss,they accepted Loss as a challenge.Like Edison once said,”I have not failed,I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Being brave does not imply having the courage to face insurmountable obstacle without necessarily caring about the consequences,it implies that even with the fear,we are willing to take the risk,because we truly believe,that this is worth fighting for.

Like I said I am an agnostic,I have quashed many of my dreams in order to ‘keep it real’.With the passage of time,and growth in age,I might end up succumbing to reality and carefully whisk my ‘childish’ dreams under the rug,but the lesson my Mum left me with is,or the one that I deduced that this Life is worth fighting for,and I may not necessarily become immortal and be remembered for years to come for a Great Deed,I just sincerely wish I make an impact on at least a handful of people.

I may not become all those things I once dreamt as a child,but I sure as Hell am not giving up on striving to be a Good Human Being,a Good Daughter,a Good Sister,a Good Friend and maybe a Good Lover.For,yes,I am at the risk of feeling vulnerable,consequently getting hurt,but in this GINORMIC World of ‘Me’,I forgot,that so are they.Those dreams and aspirations are meaningless without these handful of people to share the Glory with.They are the ones who make the ride worthwhile.Isn’t it?

 

 

My X-Mas Wish List

Oooh!I get SOOO excited when I sit down to prepare a wish list.Chanel booties,Prada dresses and Porsche 911 shall ALWAYS top that list,but to settle my feet down on the Ground,I make a list each year,and treat myself to the goodies(the ones which I can actually afford!),so here’s my list,I’d be glad to know yours:

1.I’m a SUCKER for handbags.And this gorgeous Aldo clutch is the best option for the ‘par-teaH’ season.=D.

 

 

2.Nude pumps.I’ve been vying for them for almost 9 months now,and I STILL haven’t found the perfect pair.=(

[Ergo,no picture to share!]

 

3.Givenchy’s Angels and Demons.Aaah,the bliss.When I was a kid,I would sneak into my parents’ room and apply my Mom’s ‘itr’ till my neighbors in the next block(10 yards away) knew someone has applied a refreshing fragrance.=D.My adoration from ‘itr’ shifted to high-end perfumes,and I still can’t get enough.=D.This one is my current fav.

 

4.I think I can live without everything,but books,not really,so I have a looooong reading list,and a loooot of books to buy too.=).

 

5.Last,what I truly ‘need’ and not just want is the wish of Hope and a little bit of Love.Without it everything else shall perish.And seems absolutely meaningless,don’t you think?

 

Of Cheer,Eggnog,Santa and Hope…

And just like that it is that time of the year again, where all make merry and revel in the Holiday season. It is that time of the year again, where the Entire world is united in celebrations and the Globe is covered in hues of Red, White and Green.

Oh!how I wish these festivities never cease,I’m a sucker for Christmas by the way. Since 3 if I remember correctly,I have been meticulously been preparing a list (based on how Good or Bad I had been that year.=P.),and kept it in the balcony of my house for Santa’s perusal.

I’d be delighted to have noticed the list ‘magically’ vanish the next morning. Considering it a sign by the Big,Fat Friendly man taking note from up North, of a child far far away.

Oh!and the presents,were just the cherry on the cake.The cake however, was a delight in itself.Christmas goodies,the entire family reuniting from different parts of the world,the season ALWAYS meant a BIG FAT PUNJABI FAMILY REUNION.=D.Not,that I ever complained.It is all but a part of the bliss called Christmas.

With time,however,we all grew up and grew apart.And unlike any other year,this year,even though I had been ‘Good’,I wasn’t exactly blessed with a year like that.

I did gain some,but the quantum of loss eclipsed all the happiness and joy.Frankly put,I am still struggling in the dark.But,just ’cause we are struggling in the dark,does not imply that we should not possess Hope.Even,if it is the darkest hour,there shall be a break of dawn soon thereafter.Won’t it?

And that is the true essence of Christmas:HOPE.When,all is lost and perished,just at the end of the year,we find ourselves a reason to celebrate anyway because we know,that though we haven’t exactly been blessed today,there is Hope for tomorrow.

So,even though,this Christmas would not be the same as I used to have,I shall still have my own,very little Christmas,with a hint of cheer,a drop of joy and a packet full of Hope. =).

 

Here’s wishing ALL of you,a very Merry Christmas.

P.S.:I shall also be posting my Wish-list for X-Mas soon after,do share what do you want for Christmas this year?

In Today’s World of Brands…

I remember when I was a kid, a relative or a family friend coming from a foreign country was eagerly anticipated. This anxiety to meet the relative/family friend however for us kids (at the least ) was not for our love of them, but the huge Shopping bags they were expected to be ‘loaded’ with. Even a Walmart Barbie kit, would receive the naive first reaction, “Wooooooooow!(yes!with THAT many ‘o’s)this is THE best present ever.” Thus, the ‘Phoran-return’ uncle/aunty/didi/bhaiya became the Gods who would come bearing marvelous presents. And the frenzy never ceased.

Gradually when the 90s heralded Globalization, the local markets with the shops and ‘dukaans’ were now being replaced by ‘stores’ and ’boutiques’.

I STILL remember my first U.C.B. jersey back when I was 11 which my Mom bought for me from the ONLY U.C.B. store in the South Extension market of New Delhi.I was thrilled with joy.My first ‘international’-branded-jersey-bought-from-India.

And then came the era of the magnificent Monuments called the Malls. And I thought the whole ‘Amrrika'(Read:America) walked on its feet and came settled here. And, we became spoilt for choices. Then onwards, the Uncle/Aunty/Didi/Bhaiya lost their hype,and the elevated standard of Gods was reduced to that of N.R.I.s.Yes!the realization sunk in that they are nothing but ‘normal’ human beings,JUST like us.

And now when the every second that passes becomes history, we haven fallen prey to these Brands. Not you?Alright,’I’ blatantly confess I have.Its an addiction, frankly put. And in order to ‘acquire’ all the ‘branded’ stuff, people are maddeningly driving to earn more,to achieve a ‘Status’, to own the ‘It’ car, to live an ‘opulent’ life, to own brands ‘ONLY’.And in this maddening drive to earn and strive and hoard, we forget that the most ‘needed’ Brand is LOVE. No ‘status’ would provide any happiness without sharing it with someone, no ‘It’ car would be fun to drive alone, no brand would please if worn to be out alone.

So, when you sleep today, just notice, what do you yearn more, the ‘It’ bag you’re itching to purchase or a wish ‘good night’ from some one you love?

And no, my love for ‘Brands’ shall never cease to end,I’m just clarifying that my Favorite Label is L.O.V.E.

 

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